A special boy by chrissystriped

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Chapter Five

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Mormirion had spread out the map of the mines on his dining table. It was a little unusal that they met at the Maia’s home for work, but Sharû didn’t ask. Perhaps it meant that he would be able to enjoy a glass of that excellent wine.

“If we continue to dig here, we should achieve good results.” Sharû tapped at a tunnel branch.

“Are you sure?” Mormirion looked down on the map thoughtfully.

“My... source thinks so and he is rarely wrong.”

Mormirion smiled. “I’ll look into it. Your source? Mablung?”

Sharû nodded before it occurred to him that he had just admitted that he knew the slave’s name. But it wasn’t as dangerous with Mormirion as it would have been with another superior. He liked Mablung, too, after all. It still surprised Sharû, after all this time, that Mormirion didn’t seem to mind to share the slave with him. But he had gotten used to the Maia not acting as he was used to from other Maiar.

Somehow they had become friends, despite the difference in rank. It had come from Mormirion, Sharû would have never dared to approach a Maia without invitation. He had visited him in the mines when he was on watch, or in his office. Mostly they talked about work, but Mormirion also was interested in his family and Sharû felt save enough with him to tell him about his siblings.

And sometimes they also talked about the slave they both liked so much. Mablung... He had sent him back to work yesterday, after he'd let him rest a day and another night. It wasn't enough for him to heal, but he was in less pain than he had been. Sharû looked forward to their next encounter. The boy never failed to please him. And yes, that was partly due to Mormirion’s training. He was able to enjoy a trained slave because Mormirion didn’t keep him to himself.

“Speaking of him.” Mormirion looked at the clock that stood on the mantelpiece. It was a marvel of cogs and weights. “He should be here any moment.”

“I suppose, I should leave then.” Sharû understood a dismissal if he heard one, but to his surprise Mormirion shook his head.

“Stay. We aren’t finished here.”

Sharû opened his mouth in surprise. Stay? Just for work or... No, he couldn’t mean that. Sharû turned around when he heard the knock and Mablung came in after Mormirion called him. The boy’s gaze shot back and forth between them before he lowered his head and knelt down. Mormirion came around the table and caressed his head.

“Wash yourself then kneel down here again. The captain and I have a few things to discuss. But after we’ll have time for you.”

‘We’... Sharû gulped. He always wanted Mablung and Mormirion was... Mormirion was so high above him that he didn’t dare to think of him that way. It was incomprehensible to him why Mormirion wanted him to take part in this. He surely didn’t find him attractive. Sharû knew what he looked like. He was an orc, he wasn’t beautiful.

Sharû could barely concentrate on Mormirion’s words, his ears were pricked for sounds behind him. He wanted to know when the slave came back.

“Very well", Mormirion finally said and rolled up the map, putting it back in its leather case. “Let’s turn to more pleasant things, shall we?”

He winked at him and Sharû turned around to see the boy kneeling on the floor. He had been so quiet that he hadn’t heard him come back. His hair was damp, his skin clean and so pale that it almost looked translucent. Sharû gulped. He was really very fond of the boy, he had even told him about his parents. Could he really have meant it? That he could imagine Sharû as an elf? He shouldn’t like it. He was orc, he shouldn’t have anything in common with an elf, but Sharû knew that that wasn’t true.

‘They are your family, too.’ The words of his mother that he heard again and again in his head, when he saw the injustice with which the slaves were treated. He prevented the more ugly excesses in his reach, but he couldn’t act too openly and... who was he kidding. He fucked them, against their will, that was wrong, too. Sharû shook his head. He wasn’t an elf, he was orc and he wouldn’t deny himself his pleasure. And the way the boy looked made his blood stir.

Mo’s finger ghosted over his neck and left a hot trail. Sharû tried to suppress an excited shiver. He... was he really allowed to?

“Touch him”, Mormirion whispered into his ear. “I want to watch you touching him.”

Sharû’s mouth was dry. The boy looked up when he lifted his chin, his eyes were doubtful. Sharû smiled at him, he didn’t have to be afraid of him.

“Stand up.”

Mablung was small for an elf and Sharû looked down on most orcs, they were almost of one height. Sharû kissed him slowly, he felt that the boy was a little tense and he couldn’t blame him for it – he wasn’t as relaxed as usual, either. He was very aware of Mormirion’s attention on them. Sharû massaged the boy’s neck, his damp hair cold on his hand and kissed his skin, Mablung leaned his head back and shuddered when Sharû bit his shoulder.

His free hand caressed up his side, down his back - gently, aware of the fresh welts - and closed around a buttock. The boy’s breath quickened, a subdued moan escaped him. Sharû pushed his thigh between his legs and the boy rubbed his growing arousal against him. The boy’s hand reached shyly between his legs, touched him through his trousers, Sharû hummed approvingly, his nose played with the boy’s earlobe while he nibbled at his skin.

The boy moaned softly and Sharû realised that Mormirion had come to them, his fingers teasing the slave’s entrance.

“You are so beautiful together”, the Maia said, caressing Mablung’s cheek. “Pale skin and dark.”

Sharû jerked in surprise when Mormirion caressed his cheek, too. Beautiful. No one had ever said that to him – well, maybe his mother, but that didn’t count. Mormirion licked the rim of the boy’s ear.

“Undress him for me, slave.”

Mablung’s grey eyes met Sharû’s for a moment but he averted them immediately again. His slender fingers loosened the ties of his leather cuirass. Sharû caught one hand, following an impulse, kissing the fingertips. Mablung had beautiful hands, he felt sad that they were covered in scars and calluses. When his chest was bare, the boy knelt down, rubbing his face against his crotch, his hands slid up his legs. Sharû tensed when Mormirion stepped behind his back, his warm hand sliding up his spin.

“Sir...”

“Shh”, Mormirion hummed. “Don’t think so much, Sharû. You are desirable, let me share this with you. Unless you really don’t want to.”

Sharû’s laugh turned to a moan. The boy had pulled his trousers down and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Of course he wanted to! He had never dared to fantasize about Mormirion but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have wanted to. The Maia embraced him from behind, he was still dressed, but Sharû could feel his hard cock against his backside. A spike of fear shot through his body. He had never been fucked. He wouldn’t see it as dishonourable because Mormirion was a Maia, but still... His thoughts were distracting when Mormirion gripped the boy's hair and said:

“Open your mouth, slave.”

It was completely different from the blowjob a few days before, when the boy had ‘thanked’ him. Today it was Mormirion that set the pace, decided how deep the boy had to take him in. Sharû looked down, Mablung was completely relaxed, let himself be led, and he was hard. Sharû let his head fall against Mormirion’s shoulder, his knees weak.

“He is spectacular, isn’t he?”, the Maia whispered, his breath hot against his ear. “Such a talented mouth... he can take so much of you, although you are so well endowed.”

Sharû moaned loudly when Mormirion pulled the slave closer and his cock slid down his throat. A moment he held him like this until he pulled him back again, allowing the slave to breathe again. Sharû’s hips jerked. Not long...

He realised that Mormirion thrust slowly against him, his cock hot and wet on his back and sliding along his cleft, but he didn’t try to enter him. Sharû moved against him, thrusting deep into the boy’s mouth. He gripped Mormirion’s arm when he came down the boy’s throat.Mormirion groaned into his ear.

He felt the boy swallow around him and wet heat on his back that told him that the Maia had come, too. Mormirion let go of the boy’s hair and he sank back on his heels. Sharû saw that he was trembling – with desire. His cock was hard, the head glistening wet.

“Thank you for this, my friend”, Mormirion said and kissed his shoulder.

“I have to thank you.”

Friend. Was that really what he was? A Maia’s friend. The boy uttered a small whimper. He felt Mormirion’s smile on his skin.

“What do you think, shall we allow him release?”

Sharû never left him wanting. He served him so well, why should he refuse him his pleasure? But he knew that Mormirion’s tastes were a little more... complicated and if he was honest, it was very erotic to see the boy like this. His skin flushed and glistening with sweat, his eyes dark with desire. The small, desperate sounds he made... He understood, why Mormirion made him wait.

“He deserves it, I think.”

“Me, too. Come, slave.”

To Sharû’s surprise, the boy moaned loudly, his head thrown back and came – without a touch. And this sight was even more erotic than his waiting. ‘Come’. Just that one word. How had Mormirion done this?

“He’s perfect”, Sharû mumbled.

Mormirion laughed. “At least he’s very good at pleasing his Masters. Isn’t it so, boy?” He ruffled his hair. The slave blushed.

“As my Master says”, he answered. He shivered when Mormirion tugged on his hair.

“Clean the captain, slave”, Mormirion ordered.

Sharû needed a moment to understand what he meant: Mormirion’s release that ran slowly down his back and buttocks. Sharû closed his eyes with relish when the boy’s tongue licked over his skin. He had just come but it wouldn’t take long for him to be ready again if this continued.

“Very good, elfling”, he said gently and rubbed him behind the ear as he knelt down before him again.

Everything had been perfect this evening. He didn’t believe that he knew another slave that would have allowed this to be done to him so willingly. Oh, most would have obeyed, but Mablung was... different. Sharû dressed and turned to Mormirion to say goodbye.

“Can you bring him back for me?”, Mormirion asked with a smile.

“Of course, Sir.”

Sharû smiled back. He had very much enjoyed this, and that was due to the Maia’s presence, too.

 

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Sharû barely remembered to knock before he rushed into the Maia’s office.

“Is it true?”, he asked out of breath. “Did the King take the boy with him?”

Mablung. He knew his name, but the knowledge was still so fresh, he had called him ‘boy’ and ‘elfling’ for decades. Besides, he felt more comfortable not speaking the name to others, even Mormirion. The Maia looked tired, he rubbed his eyes.

“Yes, it’s true.”

Sharû had heard it this morning. He had been on his day off yesterday, had visited his sister. She was pregnant again. When he had heard about the cave in he had immediately thought of Mablung, the elf had predicted it. Slaves had died, still buried under the stone. Sharû had had a bad feeling and when one of his soldiers had told him, that the King had been present, his blood had turned to ice.

‘Snatched your favourite’, he had said. ‘You won’t see that one again.’

Sharû slumped. It was true. It hurt in a strange way, the knowledge that he would never see the boy again. He didn’t know much about the King, he had only seen him from afar once, the glowing jewels had hurt his eyes, but he knew that he hated the elves. Sharû wondered, if Mablung would have rather stayed here, if he had been given a choice.

“So he is gone”, he croaked and rubbed his eyes, moisture remaining on his fingers.

“Yes, he is.” Mormirion cleared his throat. “Forget him, Sharû. Take another one. There’s not that much difference between slaves.”

Sharû thought that Mormirion sounded as if he struggled to follow his own advice.